The Blue Winged Pig
*
Yesterday we went to the Getty. Saw much good art, ate much good food.
Held hands.
Kissed.
On the mouth.
*
When I am dying and my life is flashing before my eyes, this day will be one of those I cherish.
*
And, my daughter went to the movies with me the day before. And enjoyed it.
*
My cup overflows...
*
posted by tearful dishwasher at 5:38 PM
2 Comments:
I want a pair of blue wings.
I want someone to kiss me on the mouth.
How does that song go?
You can't always get what you want....
Guess I'll write a poem instead.
Thank you for the winged pig, friend.
"My cup overflows..."
How blessed you are to know. So many times we think it's just spilt milk and pay it no mind, letting it curdle on the tabletop.
Here's to kisses, afternoon movies, and the blue, blue wings that take us there....
Post a Comment
<< Home